Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
"Okay. Do you want me to do anything? Um, I could try to heal you though I've never tried on other people and have no idea how to even begin? Actually that sounds like a terrible idea and I think I should probably not."
"That sounds like a terrible idea and you should probably not," agrees Isabella. "I'll limp a little on the way back and I'll be okay in the morning, or if I'm not I'll go to the health center, they have a student healer mage."
"Question," says Isabella, as they head out of the gym. "How strong are your preferences, usually, about being a boy or a girl at any given time?"
"That depends entirely on the time, and they can vary from very strongly being either to only presenting as anything at all because of laziness."
"Is there a way to tell or will I just have to ask if I happen to be in the mood for one or the other?"
"...upon self-inspection I find that my preferences are more malleable to the idea of pleasing you than they have been to pretty much anything else."
She smiles. "Apparently the phrase 'anything to please you' is truer than I expected it to be."
And on towards Isabella's room.
Where apparently they're going to have chocolate fondue.
...with Isabella looking at her like that. There's a pun in there somewhere but Sadde's too flustered to think of it.
"Go sit on the bed," she says. "And strip waist up. I might drip chocolate on you. And if I do I'm going to lick it off."
A shiver runs down from the tip of Sadde's hair down to her toes. She takes a second to steady her voice before she can say, "Yes, ma'am." And now she's on the bed, and her shirt is off, and her bra is off.
Glancing occasionally at the chocolate to see how its melting progress is going.
And eventually the tiny fondue pot has melted the chocolate, and Isabella sits between fondue pot and Sadde, and picks up a strawberry, and dips it, and holds it to Sadde's lips.
And Sadde eats the strawberry, closing her eyes and making a noise of pleasure that's only partially caused by the taste.
And then, oh dear.
She has dribbled some chocolate on her date.
Whatever shall she do.